Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from the New Three Kingdoms

Chapter 183 Duel

The mist swirls and billows.

Odin's single eye lit up.

The army continued its advance.

The shield wall continued to close.

The rain of arrows was prepared once again.

But Lu Mingfei had already cut the battlefield in half.

On one side, Chu Zihang rode Jiaoyue, cutting through the enemy lines and clearing a path.

On one side, he held a halberd, pointing it directly at Odin, forcefully drawing everyone's attention to himself.

Moreover, Odin noticed something.

Under Lu Mingfei's gaze, the Heavenly Fog began to become disordered again.

Damn it, why are you so afraid of him?! Where's your old style?! You need to straighten up!

Unfortunately, it's not that there are no supports.

The relationship between Odin and the will of Heaven is in a very delicate state.

In other words, when they do the same thing, divine intervention will bless them.

For example, when he connected his consciousness to this puppet, the will of heaven cooperated by sending out a lot of mist to attach to the puppet.

Although its combat power cannot approach that of the original, it can still be described as a humanoid sub-generation dragon.

Add to that Gungnir and the eight-legged steed, along with that horde of terrifyingly powerful soldiers, and it's even possible they could kill one of the Four Great Kings who hasn't fully awakened.

Full awakening is impossible; at most, one can only fight with the strength to fight.

But this is extremely absurd. If he were to rely on himself, he would have to create a whole set of dragon bones to install in order to achieve this effect.

Now, fate is not cooperating, and he even has some difficulty moving around.

That's uncomfortable.

Odin looked toward the direction from which the golden light was coming from.

Lu Mingfei just stared at him.

He simply raised those golden eyes.

The fog began to recede.

It's as if it suddenly forgot who Odin was.

I've forgotten who I should listen to.

He forgot that he was originally supposed to possess this puppet and defeat Lu Mingfei.

To make matters worse, it was pulling him back.

It made his movements sluggish.

It was so shoving that raising his gun felt like piercing through sticky mud.

Odin could clearly feel that control over his puppet was being taken away little by little.

What the hell is Heaven trying to do?! Can't it say something?!

Wasn't this the time when you said history had undergone a major change?!

Odin was furious.

He gritted his teeth.

The light in his one eye dimmed slightly.

He made a decision he was very reluctant to make, but very clear-headed.

Give up control of your body.

It is controlled by fate.

If you want to play, then you can play.

Let me see what your brilliant theories are. Seriously, don't you know that taking a sneak attack is the best way to play?

In the next instant, Odin felt himself transform from the one holding the reins into the one sitting on horseback.

He's still here.

He is still conscious.

The field of vision is still open.

The power to control the situation has indeed changed hands.

It's like going from being a gamer to watching a live stream.

The fog, tinged black by the night, swirled around his body like a cloak, spreading and spreading until it disappeared from sight.

The fog suddenly thickened.

Then, the army moved.

The shield wall split open in the middle, the crack was extremely neat, as if someone had used a knife to cut the formation in half.

The shield bearers on both sides retreated half a step at the same time, as if controlled by the same person in the same action.

The soldiers parted a passage like Moses parting the sea.

The passage begins at Odin's feet and extends straight ahead.

It stretched all the way to the front of the army formation, connecting with the bridge of light created by Lu Mingfei's gaze.

The mist swirled above the passage, rolling like a curtain being drawn back.

The rainwater falling into the passage made everything even clearer, so clear that even when Chu Zihang was slashing from the flank, he could still catch a glimpse of it – the path was too clean, so clean it didn't look like a battlefield.

Manipulated by fate, Odin's body moved forward along the passage.

They walked very steadily.

It's very impressive.

It's like some kind of ritual.

Odin could see the smile in Lu Mingfei's eyes through the puppet's eyes.

A smile...a smile?

In an instant, it seemed as if some memory resurfaced in my mind.

But now is not the time to worry about these things!

And Lu Mingfei was indeed smiling.

Because Odin still doesn't understand the will of Heaven.

The other party did not even align with the will of Heaven.

Because the other party had no idea what he was doing.

He just challenged Odin to a duel.

Yes, a duel invitation.

For military commanders on the battlefield, duels are a sacred and inviolable matter.

Those who are invited must respond to the battle; those who do not respond will suffer a sharp decline in morale and will not become a desperate army, but will inevitably be defeated.

This is also a fundamental logic of the late Han Dynasty and the Three Kingdoms period.

However, this is not the underlying logic of this world.

Therefore, Odin was unaware of this matter.

But Lu Mingfei was well aware of this, so when he extended the invitation, fate was bound to respond.

This is an open strategy; if fate rejects it, Odin's side could even be wiped out by Chu Zihang alone.

And once you agree.

Just like it is now.

Lu Mingfei looked up at Odin in front of him. This Odin was much stronger than the last one.

This Odin is much stronger than the last one.

The mist clung to the gaps in the puppet's armor, like living scales.

Holding Gungnir in his hand, the eight-legged steed trotted along the asphalt road.

Each one is a more powerful version than the last one.

At this moment, Lu Mingfei held the halberd firmly, his steps steady.

The duel has been decided.

They are already standing here.

Then there's no need for trash talk.

No need to pose.

There's only one thing that needs to be done!

kill!

Lu Mingfei's eyes drew a golden scar across the night sky.

First strike! A straight thrust of the halberd!

A dark gold arc shot straight through the rain!

Odin raised his spear to block, managing to block most of it, but a slight deviation still occurred.

The halberd blade grazed the edge of the armor, sending sparks flying.

The sparks lit up briefly in the rain before going out, and then a thin crack appeared on the surface of the armor, from which blood seeped out, thick like petroleum.

But Odin simply held firm and then defended his position.

With his second strike, Odin thrust his spear straight forward, while Lu Mingfei, wielding his halberd with both hands, closed in on him.

The halberd blade slid along the shaft of the spear, as if it were about to cut Gungnir in two.

Odin pressed down with his spear, a heavy press, and the eight-legged steed lifted its front legs slightly before pressing them back down, as if forced to bear the weight of the blow.

But Lu Mingfei's halberd tail had already swept out in the same direction.

It swept towards the horse's neck.

This sweep was extremely sharp.

The eight-legged steed couldn't completely dodge in time; the black rain was torn open by the blade.

A long, shallow but extremely long cut was also made on the side of the horse's neck.

Fresh blood gushed out immediately, then was immediately diluted by the rain and flowed down the hair.

Odin's single eye lit up.

But he still stayed.

On his third strike, Lu Mingfei pressed his body closer.

The halberd tip pierced Odin's shoulder.

Odin raised his spear to parry, parrying it very accurately, as if it were something he was used to doing, but it was useless. Although it wasn't the Heaven-Hating Sword Technique, the sixteen-fold increase was still outrageous.

Even if he could block it, it wouldn't make a difference.

The halberd's momentum shifted, turning into a horizontal slash.

The cutting edge cuts into the joint gap.

The skill was as professional as a master butcher dissecting an ox.

Odin's arm was severed.

Fresh blood gushed out, but was quickly scattered by the rain.

The severed arm fell to the ground with a dull thud, rolled twice, and then remained motionless, submerged in the water.

But he simply remained steadfast in his post.